Biography of Paul Gottselig
Ever since I was little, I've always loved to write. Writing is a great way to express myself in light of my individuality. As I've gotten older, I've often realized that writing is also a good means of escape, or an outlet for all my feelings and emotions. I'm not very comfortable letting other people read my work, but I guess it's good for me to share my good qualities with everyone. Not all of my poems will be put on the site, some of them are very personal and are for my girl only. For a while, I sort of drifted away from poetry. I guess you could say I lost my inspiration. But I found it again. And quite recently too. My girlfriend Chevelle has helped me to see the power in my writing, and how useful it can prove to be in life. So I owe her a great debt of gratitude. I can honesly never thank her enough. We all need inspiration, and sometimes it can prove difficult to find, but when you do, and you all will, you'll never feel better in your whole life. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy my poems. Feel free to leave comments or suggestions. Constructive criticism only please. Thank you all.
Paul Gottselig's Works:
I hope to be published some day.
Paul Gottselig Poems
Things I Remember
I dedicate this poem to Chevelle Behar. You are the one person I will always remember. And trust me, your really hard to forget. That which I remember is always forgotten, and that which is forgotten is never remembered.
This poem is dedicated to Chevelle Behar. My Scorsh Muffin. Sometimes life can be confusing, thanks for making things clear for me. I appreciate it more than words can say. I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do.
Who Am I
I dedicate this poem to Chevelle Behar. You've helped to show me Who I Am. Thanks for everything! My feet are weary from roads past traveled.
This poem is dedicated to Chevelle Behar. Thanks for being different, thanks for being unique, thanks for being you. And thanks for helping me be me. You'll always be my Black Rose. In the distance, a raging fire sweeps through the luscious, forested valley far below, devouring and consuming all in its path.
The Right Words
This poem is dedicated to Chevelle Behar. You always helped me find the Right Words to say. Even if I put it off as long as I could. Thank you. I sit alone in the dark corners of an unlit room in an unknown place. And as I sit, I wait. I wait for the right words to come to mind.
This poem is dedicated to Chevelle Behar. You helped keep me Outside In. You saved me from myself. What happens to man, when he's turned inside out?
Who Am I
I dedicate this poem to Chevelle Behar. You've helped to show me Who I Am. Thanks for everything!
My feet are weary from roads past traveled.
My mind is ablaze with wondering thoughts.
My eyes glisten like stars as I unravel new
ideas and limitless possibilities.